In Memorium

One day, when she’s dead, And your heart is broken By all that was said Or was left unspoken, You’ll stand by her grave And you’ll lay a token But you never forgave With those words unspoken. That night, in your bed, The thoughts that have woken You, swim through your head Like the swirling kraken, And you’ll once again grieve For she who’s been taken But you’ll never retrieve The words unspoken. © Barry Freeman - 21st March 2021